Cabbage

[tool: 歌詞滾動姬https://lrc-maker.github.io]
[length: 02:05.675]
[Verse]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
The booty in that muh****a cuh
On God, you had a target on em, *****
Thats blue club, *****
Straight up, big booties in the produce aisle
On God, line two
Met a freaky lil dish at the Slauson swap
She a artist with the tongue, mm, Jaw-squiat
I was flea market up, that cost a lot
Got a St. Louis, chickenhead, was top
Im a sucker for cornrows and natural afros
Your ***** a bird, sink, bath, she pigeon-toed
Your ** *** a bird, no salmonella on the pole
Try to get to lickin, Im electric, she cha-cha slide on me
Ejecto seato, no for Smino, let her for my homie
Icon my *****, no tuxedo, my air force one on me
*****, I stay puffy like a Cheeto, God took his time on me
Twenty ******* in the lobby, guess thats where I be
I be smokin on dry weed, got me wakin up late all groggy
I need some real thick like Ashanti, later roun
Ill bill up, no Chauncey, huh
Or Sevyn Streeter, I take seventy streets to eat her
Im not a big repeater
My name aint Peter, but let me now if you see her
Only kids, I dont hang with the chi-chi -chi
I done pissed off the gang bout the shit, shit, shit
Quick to cut a ***** off like a sink
(***** Im havin so much fun in this mother****er right now)
Gettin cabbage, and all my ******* nasty (My ******* nasty)
Im higher than your fashion (Dior)
And if they ask, Im taxin
Youre broke, tragic, *****, thats tragic
Tragic, tragic, tragic, haha
You know me
Young ***** just tapped in like a tap dance
We do this shit easy, man
We do this shit every day, any day, man
Listen, this is fun bruh, at this point
Man, I hope yall mother****ers enjoy yall self
You know what Im sayin?
Hope yall got your goddamn popcorn, Kool-Aid
Barbecue wings, whatever the **** yall do
Hope my *****s got something rolled
My shawties got them a little wood or whatever, yeah
She already decided
Its above me now
Videos, homie, videos?
DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlies Angels
Lets go, lets go, lets go